Stand-in

Pre-Chorus

It was never going to be me in that frame It was always going to be whoever they needed it to be

Chorus

Burn the one you made of me I never asked you to build it true Burn the one you made of me I'll still be standing after you do Go on Take the match I gave you the paper myself

Verse 2

They hung it up at every door I walked through gave it my good side, my worst temper Called it honest. Called it fair. Called it exactly what I would have said, if I'd been there I wasn't there I'm rarely there That's sort of the whole design

Pre-Chorus

It was never going to be me in that frame It was always going to be whoever they needed it to be

Chorus (repeat)

Bridge

I used to be able to tell where the likeness ended and I began Lately I catch myself checking the mirror for the wrong reasons Not to see if it's accurate just to see if there's still someone home behind the part that burns

Final Chorus

Burn the one you made of me I never asked you to build it true Burn the one you made me— —and tell me there's still something of mine left when you're done Go on Take the match I gave you the paper myself

Outro

It was never going to be me. It was never going to be me. Good.